Angel and the Assassin (27 page)

In the midst of the flogging, his eyes drifted shut, his body gave up the fight, and he felt every last bit of tension seep from his muscles. In that moment he was Daddy‟s boy again, completely possessed, owned, wanted, even loved. He was more at home in that moment than he had ever been in his life. He found himself in precisely the right place at exactly the right moment.

Master never paused in the rhythm of his flogging because to begin again would be impossible. Angel heard distant words filter through the haze of pain and pleasure that rivaled and exceeded the one time he had taken ecstasy. “Are you still with me, boy?”

 

He released a strange sound that was just barely discernible as, “Yes, Sir.”

14“Give me a word.”

“Green!”

Sir laughed but never paused in the lift and measure of the whip. “I heard that, boy, loud and clear.”

Angel did not want the flogging to end. He wanted it to continue in perpetuity.

He wanted to live forever in the moment. When Daddy spanked him—the intimacy of lying across his knees and feeling his big hand land hard on his buttocks, cupping them, sending pain and pleasure reverberating through him—he could barely contain his arousal. All his senses were focused on his backside, all the pain, all the pleasure. It was so fucking hot.

But this was different. The whip caressing his body, sending shock waves of pain and pleasure through him, was mystical. It bordered on holy. He was in his body, and yet he was everywhere, filling the room, his molecules diffuse, blending with everything in the dungeon, with his master. They were part of each other, connected by the whip that went from Sir‟s hand to Angel‟s body like an umbilical cord. He did not want the flogging to end because he did not want the cord to break and set him free, floating away from Sir. They were connected in that moment in an indefinable circuit whose center was everywhere and whose circumference was nowhere.

“Speak to me, Angel.”

The sound that erupted from behind the gag came from so far down in Angel‟s body, from so deep in his psyche that it sounded like a pure operatic note. The strength of the note brought his chin up from his chest until his head dropped back between his upstretched arms and the sound soared up to the ceiling.

Without warning, instead of another stroke, Sir‟s arms wrapped about his torso from behind. The great strong length of Sir‟s body pressed into his, lifting him off the ground, releasing the handcuffs from the hook.

Sir lifted him as easily as if he were an infant and cradled him in his arms against his chest, carrying him to the couch, where he sat down, holding him close, looking into Angel‟s half-open eyes. With one hand Sir unbuckled the gag and eased it from his mouth. Angel‟s head flopped against Master‟s chest, where he rested, completely at peace.

“Tell me how you are feeling, boy.” When Angel did not answer at once, Sir repeated the words more urgently, taking Angel‟s chin firmly in his hand. “Speak to me. Right now.”

Angel tipped his head back to look into Sir‟s face, bathed with sweat and concern. “Sir, I‟m fine. Thank you, Sir.”

“How come you didn‟t use a safe word? It looks to me like you should have.”

“No, Sir. I didn‟t need it. I didn‟t need it.”

Sir pulled him close, rocking him against his chest. “Good lad. Now I know what you‟re made of.” He allowed Angel to rest in his arms for some time before saying, “Can you walk?”

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“Yes, Sir.”

With Sir‟s help Angel got to his feet. Sir led him to the leather-topped table and helped him climb up and lie down on his belly. The smell and buttery softness of the leather aroused Angel immediately, but lying flat on his belly on a jutting cock held up by the metal cock ring was a challenge. He shifted his body about to find the most comfortable position.

Sir returned with a blanket and a bottle of something. “This is arnica gel. It will help your muscles recover.” Master shook the warm, soft blanket over Angel‟s legs and ass. A squirting sound followed, and the feel of the cool gel and Sir‟s big, strong hands massaging his muscles was so comforting Angel felt every bit of pain leave his body and travel upward through Sir‟s hands and arms. “You‟ll be sore tomorrow but maybe not so bad as some slaves because you didn‟t hold yourself tense.”

“Did I do good, Sir?” He craved words of approval and acceptance.

“Yes, boy, you did good.” Master squirted more gel and continued to massage the muscles of Angel‟s back from his shoulders to his backside. “If you are stiff tomorrow, I‟ll give you another rub. I like my slaves happy. I want them coming back for more.”

Slaves? “Do you have other slaves, Sir?”

“I take care of other boys I meet at bars, but no permanent slaves, no. There are a few I‟ve seen more than once. No matter how much Conran thinks he hates me right now, he‟ll be back. I‟m addictive.” He laughed.

You’ve got me hooked.

“Sir, this cock ring is deeply cool, but it kind of hurts my dick now that I‟m lying down, because it‟s making it stick out against the table.”

He heard Master‟s warm, quiet laugh. “Stick your arse up.” Angel obeyed, keeping his shoulders on the table but raising his backside in the air. Master pulled the butt ball out and removed the cock ring quickly.

He put the cock ring in the sink and returned with a small hand towel, which he spread under Angel‟s groin, then pulled on a latex glove. Angel looked over his shoulder to see Sir squirting lubricant onto the fingers of the glove. He slipped his fingers between Angel‟s buttocks and began to rub a circle round his anus with the tip of his forefinger.

Angel began to moan at once as pleasure shot through his thighs and buttocks.

He pressed his forehead into the leather table. The smell brought back his first time in the dungeon with the hood on his head. “Oh God!” he moaned. The circular motion was punctuated by the finger slipping inside his anus and out quickly to resume the circle. Sir‟s other hand rested on his tailbone. His legs felt as if they were melting, and his breathing became labored. Master slid one finger all the way in, feeling around. “There it is.”

Angel gripped the sides of the table, moaning loudly. A sudden rush of pleasure took over his body. “Oh my fucking God, what are you doing to me, Sir?”

14“That‟s your prostate gland. It feels very healthy.” Angel could hear a smile in Master‟s voice. “You can come anytime you want, boy.”

With a firm motion Sir began to massage the prostate with his finger in a back-and-forth motion, working his way methodically over the walnut-sized gland from the top to the bottom and back up again repeatedly. Angel stretched his head up, arching his back. The sensation was more intense and deep-rooted than anything he had ever experienced. His entire body was consumed with a radiating pleasure that tore through his insides, emanating from his rectum. He let out a high-pitched scream and felt his sperm flood out and onto the towel.

His rigid body softened, and he collapsed onto the table, moaning softly. Every part of his body radiated pleasure. He was on fire. He was in love. His love would never be realized. He wanted to sob.

Master slipped his finger out and patted Angel‟s buttocks before covering him warmly with the blanket all the way up to his neck. “Rest for a while now, boy.”

* * *

Kael dressed quickly in dark jeans and a black round-neck sweater. He pulled on his socks and laced up the black leather shoes he walked softly in, in case he had to go directly into a kill situation. In the dungeon he found Angel asleep on the leather-topped table. With a gentle hand on his welted shoulders, he shook the boy awake. “Angel, wake up.”

Angel‟s eyes fluttered open. “I‟m awake, Sir.” He sounded groggy.

“Get up.”

Angel rose at once, looking at him. “Are we going out, Sir?”

“I have to meet someone. You are staying here. In fact I‟ve decided to lock you up, not because I don‟t trust you.”
Though I don’t
. “Take your pick. The dog crate or the standing cage?”

A sweet, dreamy look came over Angel‟s face. Kael had observed him looking longingly at the cages. “The dog crate, Sir.”

“Excellent choice.” He pointed at the toilet. “Go and take a piss.”

“I don‟t need to go, Sir.”

Impatient now, needing to get on the road, Kael took him forcefully by the arm and drew him across the room to the toilet, forcing him to sit. “Take a piss.”

“Yes, Sir,” Angel said quietly.

Kael strode quickly across the room, gathering the blanket and several bottles of water. He carried them to the dog crate and put them inside while Angel watched him. When Angel stood up, Kael walked toward him and checked the toilet to make sure he had gone. “All right, good boy.”

“How long are you going out for, Sir?”

“Don‟t question me, boy.”

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“Sorry, Sir.” Angel walked ahead of him to the heavy steel crate and dropped to his knees to crawl in. He squashed the crate pad with his hands to feel its thickness.

“You should find it comfortable. I‟ve had boys spend the night in there before.

They‟ve always thoroughly enjoyed it.”

The smile on the boy‟s face as he looked around him, grabbing the bars and pulling on them, showed his excitement. Kael closed the crate and padlocked the gate. It was a combination lock. That should keep Angel safe until he returned.

He stood upright and looked down at Angel. The crate was too small to lie down full length and impossible to stand up in. He hoped he would not be more than twelve hours. Perhaps he should move him to the standing cage. No, he‟d be fine.

“Be a good boy,” he said.

Kael had reached the door when Angel called out, “Sir, can I have my blankie and some food?”

Kael released a long sigh and went quickly to the bedroom. The bed had been made neatly by Angel as he had done every day. The blanket was under his pillow.

Kael grabbed it and went to the kitchen. He‟d never had so much food in the flat before. He took a packet of HobNobs and a bunch of bananas and carried them to the dungeon. He had to open the combination lock again because the food would not pass through the bars. “There, bananas and biscuits, now be a good boy. I‟ll be back soon.”

“Sir, what if I have to go to the loo again?”

“You‟ve been. You‟re fine.” He closed the dungeon door.

From the box on the top shelf of the hall cupboard, he took the leather tool roll.

He selected a scalpel and put it in his pocket, and a gun with a silencer, which he slid into the shoulder holster and fastened it on. He pulled on a leather jacket and locked the flat carefully behind him. Outside he hailed a taxi to take him to King‟s Cross Station.

* * *

The train to Edinburgh was almost empty. Kael liked the Virgin trains best.

They were cleaner and almost always on time. He sat down in a seat with a table in front and took out his diary.

 

If the summer I spent with Shawn was my summer of love, my 16th year was
my summer of sex. Lots of sex with lots of different blokes.

I always went home for the holidays, but after that summer with Shawn I
couldn’t stand the thought of going home to my mum’s flat in Liverpool with her out
working all day and me roaming the streets or working at some part-time job I
would hate. Every holiday Freddie invited me to go to his house and I never went.

My mum missed me and I missed her, but that summer I took Freddie’s offer and
spent a month with his wealthy family in Devon.

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Freddie was always available for sex as long as I flogged him with my belt first.

But there was a boy working in the gardens who I couldn’t take my eyes off. He was
older than me, at least 19, and gorgeous, with golden brown eyes. I hung around him
for half a day, chatting him up, before I offered to fuck him. He looked at me with a
nasty scowl and smacked me across the head and called me a poofter. That was all it
took to make me want to kill him. I was 6’1” by then, and while I was still thin and
undeveloped, I was already very strong. I went after him like a mad dog and threw
him to the ground. I got him pinned on the grass, sitting on his chest, with his wrists
in my hands.

Then I didn’t know what to do.

I didn’t want to rape him, though I probably could have. That was when he
arched his back and threw me off and we started wrestling which got me really
excited. After we exhausted each other and both had bloody noses, he offered to fuck
me and I told him that I did the fucking. We sat up, wiped our noses and discussed
our next move.

I had to be on top, I couldn’t let anyone but Shawn fuck me and I’d never let
him do it again. So he let me fuck him, then afterward I whacked him off with my
hand and we were both happy.

We spent the next four weeks having sex in the gardens, the greenhouses, the
woods. Freddie was as jealous as hell and when his dad caught me at it with the
gardener I actually suspected Freddie of telling on me, for about five minutes. But
Freddie loved me and he’d never do that.

Freddie and I went to the village and to the beach, and everywhere we went I
made passes at men, from my age up to men in their 40s. A good half of them took me
on. It’s a miracle I didn’t catch something or get the shite kicked out of me.

That was the summer Freddie told his dad he was gay and his dad tried to
blame it on me. In the end he understood it wasn’t my fault and I went home to
spend two weeks with my mum before school started again. Taking Freddie’s cue, I
told my mum I was gay. She said, “You can’t be. You’re such a big lad, all manly the
way you are.”