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hold it by.
    When he had first bought it, he had ordered a sub to paddle him with it to give him
    a sense of its power. The pain had reverberated through his buttocks and on
    through his torso, creating tremors that lasted long after each stroke. It was
    magnificent.
    “Tell me how you‟re feeling, Stephen.”
    “Grateful, Sir.” He could barely speak between exertion and excitement.
    “Grateful that you have seen fit to take control of me and to flog me, Sir.”

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    “Excellent,” Kael said. He looked at Angel and pointed at the low rimming
    stool he had used to teach Angel to suck his cock. The boy tiptoed over to pick it up
    and brought it to Kael.
    Conran began to move his head, attempting to hear better. “Sir, is there
    someone here?”
    “Do you want there to be?”
    “No, Sir!”
    “There‟s no one here, boy, no one but you and me and all your hopes and fears.”
    Kael positioned the stool and sat down, his thighs wide, his crotch very close to
    Conran‟s face. Conran leaned forward to sniff him. He began to reach out with his
    lips, searching for the cock like an animal searches for its mother‟s nipple. Kael
    lifted his hard cock and rubbed the tip over Conran‟s cheeks and mouth. Conran
    opened his mouth, searching the air, trying to grab it with his lips. Kael rubbed his
    soft hair. “You‟re an anxious boy. I like that. Anxious to please me.”
    “I want to please you, Sir. Direct me on how to please you.” Conran‟s upper-
    class accent was far less annoying when he was on his knees in restraints.
    “Take my cock in your mouth, boy.”
    Conran leaned forward as if a great thirst was upon him and Kael‟s cock
    spouted the waters of life. Gasping from deep in his throat, he reached as far
    forward as he could, given the limitations of his restraints, and Kael kept his thick
    cock just barely out of reach so that Conran could grasp just the tip between his
    lips. His frustration was evident as he lunged, trying to draw a greater measure
    into his mouth. After more than a minute, he cried, “Please, Sir!”
    “Of course.”
    Kael‟s tone was so filled with kindness and the gentleness of his hand as it
    cupped Conran‟s head was so encouraging, that he was unsurprised when a tear
    trickled from behind the tight leather blindfold. Kael inched forward on the stool,
    pushing his cock into Conran‟s mouth until he could feel the sensitive tip touch the
    hot, parched throat. Conran grasped it as if it were a lifeline.
    “I know your mouth is dry, Stephen. You can drink my fluids.” The precum
    leaking from the tip lubricated the parched mouth, and Conran began to suck in
    earnest, moaning as he did so. Kael held his head, his own pleasure rising in thick
    streaks up his belly and down his thighs. He could come ten times in an hour and
    still get an erection, but he decided to delay his own gratification and after only a
    few minutes drew his cock out while pushing Conran‟s head back.
    “Please, Sir,” Conran moaned as plaintively as Oliver Twist.
    Kael laughed and tousled his hair. “That‟s my boy.” He looked over at Angel,
    wondering what his reaction would be to seeing him in complete control of a willing
    sub.
    Angel‟s erection was gone, his penis contracting back until he looked like a
    cherub in a church painting, except that he was so slender. The look on his face was

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    almost comical. His brow had furrowed, and his mouth twisted into a two-year-old‟s
    pout. Gesturing wildly at himself, he mouthed, I’m your boy.
    Kael stood up, his face took on a warning, and he extended one finger at Angel,
    shaking his head. The boy immediately dropped his chin in submission.
    Kael picked up the paddle and looked down at Conran. “Now, Stephen, I am
    going to paddle you. I have a fine leather paddle in my hand, and I am going to
    apply it to your arse until your buttocks turn red and you start screaming.”
    “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir,” Conran said loudly.
    “You may move around if you want, though you will find it difficult, as you
    already know.”
    Conran‟s breathing became hard and fast in anticipation. An almost
    supernatural stillness settled over him. Kael stood behind him to look between
    Conran‟s thighs. His ball sac hung, blood filled and swollen. His perineum was
    scarlet and inflamed. The spreader bar held his feet wide enough that his entire
    scrotum was exposed and vulnerable, while his buttocks remained