Angel and the Assassin

built up while he handed his power to
    Kael, offered himself as a gift, surrendered completely, poured out of him. “Sir, I
    want your cock up my arse. I want you to own me. I want you to possess me. Please
    fuck me, please, please, please, Sir.” He was crying, shaking, his chest heaving with
    great sobs, laying him completely open to his dominant.
    “Good boy.” Kael ripped open a foil packet, pulled out the thin latex sheath,
    and snapped it. He positioned it at the tip of his wet cock and slid it on. Without
    pause, without another word, he touched the arrowhead to Conran‟s anus and
    pushed. “Boy, you have my permission to come anytime you want.”
    Then Kael reamed him, hard and fast, fucking Conran‟s backside, allowing
    sharp shards of pleasure to sweep up his hard belly and around his hips to engulf
    his buttocks. He clenched the muscles in his arse tight, thudding his groin into the
    man‟s arse. He had no idea when Conran came, he was so engulfed in the orgasm
    flooding his torso and making his cock feel huge. The last streaks of his orgasm
    pierced his thighs, and he fell forward over Conran‟s back, spent, panting.
    At length his heart slowed and his breathing became even. “If you were a
    target, this is the point when I‟d kill you,” Kael whispered into his ear, not wanting
    Angel to hear, and felt Conran‟s body stiffen beneath him.
    Kael chuckled and stood up.
    Walking swiftly over to Angel, he opened the door and ushered him outside by
    one arm. “Go to the bedroom and wait for me,” he said very quietly. “That man must
    not know you are here until I can persuade him not to do anything about it.”

    Angel and the Assassin
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    Angel opened his mouth to speak, and Kael pressed his finger over the boy‟s
    lips. “Don‟t speak, act!”
    Kael turned and walked back into the dungeon.
    Very quickly, he removed the weight and ball stretcher and then the ankle
    spreader bar. He unfastened the handcuffs and drew off the leather mitts. Conran
    pushed himself upright, and Kael led him to the leather couch across the dungeon.
    “Sit down.”
    He returned a moment later with water and a blanket, which he wrapped
    around Conran‟s shoulders. Slowly he removed the blindfold and handed Conran
    the bottle. “Drink.” For long minutes they sat in silence, Kael‟s arm draped around
    Conran‟s shoulders. The sweat on Conran‟s body cooled fast, and he shivered. Kael
    pulled the blanket closer about him and drew the man against his chest, allowing
    him to rest his head on Kael‟s shoulder.
    “Was that good, boy?” Kael asked after Conran drained the last of his water.
    “Yes.” Conran laughed, a small uncomfortable laugh. “Do I still call you Sir?”
    “In here, yes you do.”
    “Yes, Sir, thank you. It was good. Will you let me come again, please, Sir?”
    “I don‟t see why not.”
    “I never dreamed I would let you do those things to me,” he whispered.
    “I knew. I always knew you would come to me eventually. You‟ve wanted this
    for a long time, haven‟t you, Stephen?”
    “Yes, Sir, I have. Did you mean that? About killing me?”
    Kael grinned. “I was teasing. I wouldn‟t kill you.”
    Conran turned his face up, his lips parted.
    “I don‟t kiss slaves,” Kael said. Conran ducked his head as color flooded up his
    cheeks with embarrassment. “Get dressed now. It‟s late and my magazine is waiting
    and I‟m hungry. I might even eat some macaroni-cheese.”
    Within ten minutes they were walking past the living room toward the front
    door, Conran dressed again in his dark gray suit, the only signs of his time in the
    dungeon being a stiff walk and pink cheeks. Kael remained completely naked. The
    first thing he noticed was that the magazine was gone. Angel had taken it! He
    directed Conran quickly into the front hall before he noticed. To imbue some guilt,
    always a good distraction, he said, “You go home to your wife now, and make sure
    she doesn‟t set eyes on your backside for a few days. What‟s her name, Portia?”
    “Yes.” At the door Conran stopped to look up into his eyes. “Saunders…Sir?
    You won‟t tell anyone?”
    “Our little secret.” Kael stood behind the door to open it and gave Conran a
    shove. “Go home.”
    Kael returned to the dungeon and went straight to the small camera, which
    pointed directly at the table where he had made Conran remain for their scene. He
    took it down and began to play back the footage. He would edit it