Angel and the Assassin

But what about the cleaning lady? Won‟t she be coming back?”
    “No, I got rid of her,” Kael said.
    “I‟ll get my jeans on,” Angel said.
    “No, you won‟t. I want to watch your tight little arse wiggle while you hoover
    the living room. Slaves should always be naked in the house unless they are
    wearing a little leather G-string. Now get off.”
    Angel unwrapped his legs from Kael‟s waist and dropped his feet to the floor.
    For the next couple of hours, Kael watched his boy polishing the furniture and
    cleaning the floors. He marveled at Angel‟s grace when he moved. The
    determination on Angel‟s face as he tackled each job was comical. A duster in one
    hand and a can of Pledge in the other, he went after the coffee table and sideboard,
    his brow creased in concentration. When he started vacuuming the living room
    floor, he looked to see if Kael was watching him, then turned his back quite
    deliberately and wiggled his hips. Looking over his shoulder at Kael, he yelled,
    “Like this, Daddy?”
    Kael burst out laughing. “Yeah, just like that, do it again.” Seeming happy
    that he had pleased him, Angel played his part to the hilt, wiggling his way around
    the living room as he worked, and Kael felt relieved and happy to see him confident
    in his body again.
    Kael liked his bathroom spotless and followed Angel in to give him detailed
    instructions on how to clean the porcelain and stainless steel. He leaned against the
    wall, watching him.
    Bent over the side of the whirlpool bath, scrubbing hard, Angel was oblivious
    of being watched, but the sight of his bare buttocks slightly parted and the rosy
    pink anus made Kael‟s cock start to swell against his zipper. His balls felt ready to

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    burst. Between Angel‟s thighs, his ball sac and cock pressed against the side of the
    cool porcelain.
    Kael unzipped his jeans, pushed them down, and kicked them off. Standing
    with his hands on his hips and his cock jutting out, he said loudly, “Slave. I want
    some service here.”
    Angel stood up, still holding the sponge dripping with cream cleanser. His face
    broke into a smile when he saw Kael with his jeans off.
    “Get over here on your knees and start sucking, boy,” Kael said.
    Angel‟s gaze traveled the length of Kael‟s muscled body with open
    appreciation. Suddenly his eyes lit up, and a mischievous grin split his face. Raising
    his arm, he flung the sponge. It sailed through the air, landing with a splat in the
    middle of Kael‟s chest. “You want it, Sir? Come and get it!” He ran for the door that
    led to the passage and into the living room.
    A momentary flash of anger passed through Kael. But the sight of Angel‟s lean
    little buttocks disappearing through the door tickled him unexpectedly, and he
    strode after him to find him in the living room with the couch between them.
    Kael could have caught him easily, but he decided not to. The shrieking of
    Angel‟s laughter as Kael followed him around the couch a couple of times made Kael
    laugh out loud.
    “You‟ll never catch me, Daddy; I‟m quick,” Angel screamed, running into the
    dungeon.
    Great place to trap him. Maybe this was just the place Angel wanted to be
    trapped. The boy stopped in the middle of the room, looking frantically about him
    for a place to hide. Sweat gleamed on his fair skin. Kael swore he could see the boy‟s
    heart beating against the thin muscles of Angel‟s chest.
    It was time to catch him.
    “Fe-fi-fo-fum, I smell the blood of a little Yankee slave boy,” he bellowed.
    One long stride and Kael grabbed Angel by the arm. Surprisingly, with a
    lightning-quick movement, Angel snatched his arm away and was on the run again
    around the dungeon. The second time Kael caught him, he wrestled him down onto
    the floor on his belly and threw himself onto Angel‟s back, his cock bursting for
    relief against Angel‟s buttocks. Angel continued to struggle, flailing his arms and
    legs about. It was the struggle of one who did not know how to fight, expending
    energy unnecessarily without achieving anything.
    Kael grabbed Angel‟s hands, pushing the boy‟s arms up his back and pinning
    them there with one hand, taking complete control of his body. With his free hand
    he grabbed a handful of the soft blond hair and pulled his head back, checking
    Angel‟s face to gauge his emotions, which had been close to the surface all day. The
    boy‟s mouth was open, and his eyes wide with excitement.
    When