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took
    his wrists, crossed them behind his back and held them there, his superior strength
    making it impossible for Angel to move them. He wrapped his other arm around
    Angel‟s waist and, with one foot, knocked Angel‟s feet from under him. He lost his
    balance and fell forward. Sir held him with his arm and lowered him very quickly
    and none too gently to the floor.
    Instinct and adrenaline took over, and Angel began to struggle. He managed to
    free his hands and used them to push himself up from the floor, but Sir body-
    slammed him back onto the hardwood and restrained his wrists again. His erect
    cock pressed between Angel‟s buttocks.
    This was going to hurt; there was no lubrication. Spurred on by excitement
    and arousal, Angel continued to struggle, though he knew he did not stand a chance
    of getting free and did not want to. His cock rose the moment Sir dropped him to the
    ground, and when he felt Sir‟s erect cock against his ass and the cold smooth floor
    against his own hard cock, he knew his orgasm would explode very quickly.
    Refusing to give up the struggle and becoming more aroused by the second,
    Angel felt Sir‟s cock stab at his anus, attempting to gain entry. He kicked his feet
    and managed to dislodge Sir from his back.

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    “Keep still!” Sir, holding Angel‟s wrists securely behind his back, moved to one
    side and spanked his buttocks repeatedly. The spanks together with being
    restrained brought on his orgasm.
    Pleasure flooded through his groin, rippling down his thighs. He released a
    strangled cry around the ball gag and stretched out his long limbs. His head rose up
    off the floor, his neck arching.
    “You little bugger, you weren‟t supposed to come yet. That‟ll teach me. You
    need a cock ring to make you behave.” To punctuate his words, Sir let fly with his
    heavy hand and spanked Angel several more hard ones.
    All the tension in Angel‟s body drained out of him. All the emotion and anger
    and resentment that had been building over the last week welled up in his chest. He
    dropped his head to the floor and let his tears flow.
    You told Freddie you didn’t love me. You said I was temporary.
    Busy behind him, Sir did not notice his tears. He spread Angel‟s buttocks with
    his hand and fell onto his back. There was enough precum to lubricate his anus, and
    the entry was smoother than Angel had expected. He no longer fought, so Sir did
    not bother to restrain his hands but rose up behind him and fucked him hard. The
    length of Sir‟s cock and its thickness filled his rectum, and it was comforting.
    The sense of being covered and possessed by his master‟s body was immensely
    satisfying, and he felt both safe and encompassed. He wanted to live forever in that
    moment of being overcome and owned, absorbed into the body of his master.
    Above him Sir cried out his climax and fell hard on Angel‟s back. His tears had
    stopped, and his only emotion at that moment was peace. He was completely at
    peace with Sir‟s decision to make a man of him and turn him out into the world,
    probably sooner rather than later. He was at peace with his disappointment and the
    anger that had accompanied it for the last week. He was not Daddy‟s boy as he
    wanted to be. Sir had never wanted that anyway, but had only indulged him. He
    would be a perfect slave, and Sir would remember him well.
    Slowly, Sir climbed off and lifted him to his feet. “Go and stand at the
    whipping post, boy. I‟m ready to nudge you along the path to manhood.”
    Angel tried to say yes, Sir, but gave up in favor of a bow from the waist. Sir
    smiled at him, and he found himself grateful. He no longer expected anything,
    which left him free to accept all the favors bestowed on him as just that, favors,
    gifts. Each moment in Master‟s service was a gift.
    Sir went to the shelves and took down several implements, carrying them to
    where Angel waited.
    “I want to hear your safe words,” Sir said. He took Angel‟s face in one hand.
    “Let me hear it.”
    “Red, yellow, green,” came out sounding strange but recognizable.
    “Again,” Sir said. Angel repeated the words, and Sir nodded. “Make sure you
    say your word if you need to, and make it loud. Remember, the moment I hear red,

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    playtime is over.” Angel bowed his head to say yes, but he had no intention of using
    his safe word.
    Sir placed his equipment on the floor. “Put your wrists together, boy, in