Angel and the Assassin

Kael forced his cock between Angel‟s buttocks, precum seeping out of the
    red tip and making his entry easy, the look on Angel‟s face softened to complete
    surrender and peace. Kael rammed his thick organ in to the hilt and fucked hard.

    Angel and the Assassin
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    To support his body better, Kael released Angel‟s wrists after the first minute
    and placed his hands on the floor on either side of the boy‟s shoulders. He expected
    Angel to move his arms into a more comfortable position, but he didn‟t. He lay
    absolutely still, allowing himself to be reamed, absorbing the shock waves of the
    cock deep in his rectum and the heaviness of Kael‟s body on his.
    Kael did not even try to delay his orgasm for further pleasure. He thrust hard
    into the yielding arsehole and came in a loud explosion of grunts, his backside tight,
    his thighs tensed. Hot sperm shot out of his cock, and he fell hard onto Angel‟s back,
    stretched out full length, panting while sharp needle points of sensation pierced his
    belly and thighs.
    “Ohhh, that was good,” he whispered on a long breath.
    Angel didn‟t respond. His eyes were closed. Fear ran through Kael‟s muscles,
    and he quickly rolled off, flipping Angel onto his back. Kael was big, and he had
    fallen heavily on the boy after he came. “Open your eyes, Angel; look at Daddy!”
    Angel‟s eyes drifted slowly open; his mouth was slack. Kael glanced down at
    the boy‟s cock and saw sticky white cum smeared across his thighs. He looked at the
    floor where Angel had lain and saw more of it. Relief swept over him. “Was it a good
    fuck, sweetheart?”
    “Mmmmmmnnnn.” Angel could barely articulate. Kael sat up cross-legged and
    scooped the boy tenderly into his arms, laying him in his lap like a baby. Cradling
    Angel‟s head in the crook of one arm, he stroked the boy‟s face with his other hand.
    Sweat lay damp on his skin, cooling quickly. “When did you come? I want to know
    what made you come. Tell Daddy.”
    “Yes, Sir. It was when you pushed my arms up my back and I knew I couldn‟t
    move and you were going to fuck me.” So that was what excited him, being
    immobilized. A rape fantasy. “Daddy, can I spend some time in the cage soon?”
    Kael laughed. “Yes, but I‟ll tell you what we‟re going to do now. I‟ll change the
    bed while you finish the bathroom; then I‟ll go out and buy some food, and you can
    cook for me.”
    Angel gazed up at him. “Yes, Sir. Daddy.”
    “Up you get and finish the cleaning like a good little slave.” Angel scrambled to
    his feet at once.
    In the bedroom Kael dressed quickly in jeans and a dark shirt and pulled on
    black socks and boots. It would take him two minutes to change the bed, and Angel
    could clean the floor when he was out.
    He grabbed the pillows from the bed and threw them onto a chair. The ragged
    square of cloth Angel had brought lay bundled underneath. Kael picked it up by the
    corner and held it up, trying to decide again what it was. It had to be full of germs.
    He dropped it on the floor and tossed the duvet on the chair after the pillows.
    Grabbing a clean fitted sheet and a duvet cover from the airing cupboard, he made
    the bed up quickly, squaring the pillows exactly as he liked them and fluffing the
    duvet.

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    Fyn Alexander

    From the wardrobe he took Angel‟s small stack of clothes—he‟d have to get
    him some more—together with the cloth and carried them to the dungeon, where he
    deposited the clothes neatly on the floor before locking the door, just in case Angel
    got any ideas about going out without permission. The cloth he tossed in the kitchen
    bin and tied up the bag. Angel met him in the front hall.
    “Are you going out now, Daddy?”
    “Yes, is there any more rubbish? I‟ll take it on my way out.”
    “Yes.” Angel dashed back to the bathroom and returned, tying up a small bag.
    “There you go, Daddy. Rubbish.” He grinned.
    “Why is that funny?” Kael asked.
    “Rubbish,” Angel repeated. “Englishisms are funny.”
    Kael smiled and headed for the door. “Behave. I‟ll be less than an hour.”
    “Daddy!” Angel yelled after him. Kael stopped and turned at the door. “Will
    you get me an anime magazine, please?”
    “All right.”
    “And Daddy!”
    He looked at Angel, waiting.
    “You told me not to fart without permission.”
    “So I did.”
    “What if I need to fart while you‟re out?” He grinned.
    “Hold it in till I get back.” He could still hear