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was capable
    of.
    Kael strode back to the shelves. He chose a leather cock ring for comfort.
    Deliberately keeping his tone kindly, he said, “This will help you behave yourself,
    Stephen.” He slid the cock ring up the shaft and over the ball sac until it pressed
    snugly against his body. “I want you to behave yourself so I don‟t have to punish
    you. I want you to enjoy yourself in my dungeon.”
    Tears sprang into Conran‟s eyes, and his chin quivered. “Thank you, Sir.”
    Kael placed his hand tenderly against Conran‟s cheek. “You‟re welcome, boy.”
    Conran‟s chest heaved with suppressed sobs, but he did not break his posture.
    Continuing the ritual, Kael brought a rubber butt plug and another, shorter,
    steel spreader bar and a long plain bar. When everything was laid out side by side,
    he stood looking at it. One look at Conran showed him staring wide-eyed at the
    table, his breath short.
    Lastly, Kael looked over at where the hoods were on display. “Oh God,” Conran
    muttered, following his gaze.
    “Do they frighten you, Stephen?” Kael asked very gently, knowing his concern
    would bond the other man to him in gratitude even more deeply.

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    “Yes, Sir.” He swallowed hard, his eyes darting everywhere.
    Kael walked toward the hoods as if he planned to choose one, but he had no
    intention of wasting time persuading him as he had done with Angel when a
    blindfold would do just as well. It was less frightening and would still render
    Conran sightless. He took a thick leather one and put it behind his back as he
    walked toward Conran.
    Afraid, Conran began to move his hands.
    “Don‟t!” Kael came to a stop in front of him. “Don‟t move your hands, boy. Don‟t
    try my patience.”
    “I‟m sorry, Sir.”
    From behind his back Kael produced the blindfold. “Look. How scary can this
    be?” The relief on Conran‟s face was pitiful. He actually laughed with relief. Kael
    walked behind him and fitted the blindfold. The smell of soft leather filled his
    nostrils. “Smell that? There‟s nothing so exciting as the smell of soft, expensive
    leather.”
    Like a little mouse or rabbit, Conran‟s nose twitched as he inhaled the erotic
    scent. “Yes, Sir.”
    Kael pulled the buckle very tight, fitting the blindfold perfectly against
    Conran‟s eyeballs, blocking out every last bit of light and making it impossible to
    remove. “There we are,” Kael said.
    Now was the moment to make him helpless.
    “On your knees, boy.”
    Conran obeyed at once, dropping to his knees, placing his hands on the floor.
    Swiftly, Kael went to work fitting the spreader bar between Conran‟s ankles
    and attaching the cuffs until his feet were set well apart and fixed in place.
    Walking round to the front, Kael took the shorter spreader bar, fixing the cuffs
    to Conran‟s wrists. His hands were fixed twelve inches apart, but he could still lift
    his hands to remove the blindfold, which must not happen. Conran must have no
    control at all. Kael took the long steel bar, which he slid under Conran‟s body, fixing
    one end to the middle of the wrist spreader bar and the other to the middle of the
    ankle bar, rendering him completely unable to rise. As an afterthought he fetched a
    pair of leather bondage mitts and fitted them over Conran‟s hands, fastening them
    tightly around his wrists.
    Standing up, he admired his handiwork. “Excellent! Now I‟m ready to play
    with you.”
    The room was soundproofed for a reason. No one in the building must know
    what went on in his dungeon. But despite that, there was someone outside the door.
    Kael just knew it; he could sense it. It could only be Angel, but the boy was
    definitely standing outside.
    Making no sound, Kael walked quickly to the door and unlocked it. Several
    months of his training with MI6 had involved entering and leaving buildings as

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    though he were invisible. Conran had no idea he was being left alone as Kael
    stepped outside the room, closing the door silently behind him.
    “What are you doing here?” He spoke in a very low voice. “I told you to stay in
    bed.”
    “I miss you, Daddy,” Angel said, his head on one side. Kael took Angel‟s head
    in both hands and pulled it toward him to kiss his forehead. “Is there a man in
    there, Daddy?”
    Kael blew out a long breath as he came to a decision. “Yes. Do you want to
    watch?”
    A grin lit Angel‟s face. “Yes!” He sobered quickly. “Yes