Angel and the Assassin (36 page)

“Do not try to move, do you hear me, boy?”

“Yes, Sir, Daddy.”

“This is going to hurt, so I want you to be brave.”

At first Angel felt only a bright, sharp pain flash through his left nipple as it was pinched and pulled extremely hard by something metallic. “This is a forceps squeezing your tit,” Daddy said.

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“That hurts.” Angel‟s voice was breathy.

The pain that came next made him moan from deep in his belly. It filled his head with bright light and made his bowels feel watery. A screaming, hot pain tore through his nipple. “Daddy, I think I‟m going to shit.”

“No, you‟re not, sweetheart.” The gentleness of his voice together with the endearment softened the pain and allowed Angel to accept what was happening and ride it out until all that was left was a hot throbbing sensation in his left nipple radiating out across his left pectoral. He breathed through the pain, blowing air hard between pursed lips.

“That wasn‟t so bad, was it?”

“No, Sir.”

“Do you know what I did, Angel?”

“No, Daddy.”

“I pierced your nipple and put a bar stud through it. Now I‟m going to do the other one.”

“Oh my God,” Angel whispered. Unable to see, he had no idea what had happened. All his senses had become focused on the light in his head and the sharp edges of the pain. Nothing differentiated; it was all one.

Knowing now what was coming, his body melted into the leather seat, neither moving nor wanting to move as the procedure was repeated. Again he breathed through the intense, thick, pinching pain of the forceps pulling his nipple, followed by the screaming, white light pain of the bar stud being forced through the tender flesh. But the pain was not nearly as strong as the first time. It was almost disappointing. “Why didn‟t the second one hurt so much, Daddy?”

“Your body had already learned the feel of it. Our bodies are very clever that way.”

The heady, harsh smell of alcohol filled Angel‟s nostrils again, and he tightened his stomach muscles as he waited for Daddy to wipe his tender nipples with it. Pain shot through his pectorals again when the alcohol pad was rubbed over each piercing in turn.

“Breathe through it, boy. The pain will subside after a while. It will be very sore for the next few days. Have you got control of your bowels?”

“Yes, Sir, I‟m okay.”

“I‟m going to release you.”

One by one Daddy loosened the straps holding Angel to the chair and helped him stand. He led him across the room, directing him to sit on the toilet.

Blindfolded, Angel felt less inhibited than the last time and released a long breath, letting his bowels open. When he was finished, he reached behind to flush the toilet.

“Stand up.”

“Daddy, I need to clean my butt.”

“You‟re getting in the shower.”

19Daddy grasped him firmly by the upper arm, directing him, still hooded, into the shower. Angel heard the showerhead being lifted down from its hook. Steaming water began to rush over his legs, and he felt Daddy‟s hand, slick with soap, washing his backside. The combination of the warm throbbing pain in his nipples, the hot water, and Daddy‟s hand sliding over his buttocks and thighs made his cock harden painfully under the restraint of the cock ring. With one arm leaning high on the shower wall for support, Angel pressed his forehead into his arm, his legs spread, buttocks jutting out, letting the water and all the overwhelming sensations wash over him.

Daddy parted Angel‟s buttocks and slid two fingers up his rectum, the soap making the entry effortless. Twisting his finger around in a circle, he scoured Angel‟s rectum. “This will make you nice and clean, boy.”

Daddy pulled his fingers out and turned off the water. “Stand still in the shower and wait.”

Hooded, his body wracked with sensation, every inch of his skin tingling with heat and pain, Angel waited for Daddy‟s instruction and direction. This was where he wanted to be. This was the life he wanted. Being controlled, loved, swept up in the love and service of a man he admired and respected.

He is everything to me, and everything he does to me is good.

Again his buttocks were spread wide, and a nozzle inserted into his anus. “Is it an enema, Daddy?” Angel felt utterly at peace with anything Daddy wanted.

“No, just a bulb douche full of warm water. You should be empty. This will rinse you out.” Daddy squeezed hard, sending a shot of warm water up Angel‟s rectum. It was no more intrusive than a shot of cum but less emotionally satisfying.

The nozzle slid out, and the water poured out after it. The shower was turned on again, rinsing his legs. “Good boy, you‟re done. Take my hand and step out onto the towel.”

Angel grasped Daddy‟s hand and held on as if he would never let go. “Daddy, hug me,” he said on a sob. He wasn‟t crying; he was filled with an overwhelming sense of being loved and owned. Daddy pulled him against his body in a very tight embrace, rubbing his back and buttocks roughly. “Are you feeling upset, boy?”

Daddy‟s voice was gentle.

“No, Sir. I‟m yours to do what you want with. I want everything you want to do to me, Daddy.”

Daddy kissed the top of his head. “I want to fuck your arse. I want you on the spanking horse so I can fuck you hard.”

“Yes, Daddy, but can I look at my nipples? I want to see how they look.”

“Yes, you can, sweetheart.” Angel allowed himself to be led by the hand across the room. “Close your eyes, boy.”

Angel closed his eyes against the light as the hood was peeled like a second skin from his face and up off his head. “Open your eyes slowly; the light is turned dim but still bright enough to see by.”

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The image reflected back at Angel made him sigh with pleasure. Naked, his skin pink and rosy from the hot water, his face flushed, he looked into his own eyes, wide and bright with excitement. Scanning his image downward, his nipples stood out, red and swollen with a silver bar stuck through each, and on the ends of the tiny silver bars were little red jewels. “They‟re beautiful, Daddy!”

“I bought those studs for you a few weeks ago. I‟ve been planning to do this for a while. How do they feel?”

“Like they‟re on fire, Sir.”

A smile transformed the raw emotion he had been feeling. The nipple rings made his long, slender body look exotic. His eyes traveled lower to the steel cock ring. “Owned,” he whispered. “I‟m yours, Daddy.” Beside him Daddy stood, towering over him. “Daddy, this is the life I dreamed of.”

“Did your dream include cleaning and cooking?”

“Yes, Sir.” Angel‟s expression became very serious. “Service is in the details. I may have read that somewhere, I don‟t know, but I agree with it. It‟s in all the everyday little things a boy does for his daddy or master—the boot polishing, the bed making—the attention to the details. Making everything perfect for Daddy so his life is easier. That‟s what I want to do for you, Daddy.”

Daddy pulled him close to his side and kissed the top of his head. “That‟s my good boy. Now get your arse over the spanking horse. I want to fuck you.”

Angel walked quickly toward the leather-topped spanking horse. “How do you want me, Sir?”

Daddy came up behind him and positioned him against the long side of the horse, forcing him over it, bent at the waist. “Spread your legs wide. Now keep still.”

In that position the horse was slightly too high, forcing Angel onto his tiptoes. His feet arched high, but they were strong and he felt secure.

Reaching between his thighs, Daddy grasped the cock ring and pulled hard, sliding it off. The edge scraped over Angel‟s taut cock and swollen balls, creating a friction that almost made him orgasm. “Oh God, Daddy, that was a close call. I almost lost my stuff.”

Daddy grabbed a tube of KY and squirted the gel between Angel‟s buttocks. He slapped them several times, hard enough to sting. Angel let the tension drain from his body until he melted against the leather horse, opening himself completely.

Fuck me, Daddy; fuck me until I see stars.

Angel waited, all his senses on alert. Now that he could see, he didn‟t want to.

He closed his eyes against the dim light to focus on the feel and sounds of Daddy behind him. Daddy‟s hands flattened over his buttocks, lifting and cupping them.

His thumbs spread them apart until his anus stretched. The tip of Daddy‟s penis bumped against his tight hole, and he sucked in a long breath, flooded with excitement, desperate to feel Daddy‟s cock filling him, his weight pressing him down. The intense love Angel felt for him cried out for the deepest intimacy possible. A flogging, a spanking, the agony of the nipple piercing all brought him 19closer to Daddy. But being fucked, entered, joined to the man he had come to love more deeply than he thought possible was a communion without comparison.

Daddy‟s cock pushed against his anus, the lubrication making the breach easy, the entry slow and controlled but relentless. It went on and on. Angel began to pant.

His cock hardened and pressed against the leather horse. “Daddy, Daddy.” There was a desperate edge to his voice. “Sir, I can‟t hold back.”

“Come when you want to, boy.”

The kindness in Daddy‟s voice, the sense of being enfolded in great wings of love and protection, together with the intense excitement of the cock in his rectum, sent Angel over the edge as soon as the words were out. A surge like an electric current soared up his torso, blending with the hot, burning pain in his nipples.

From his crotch it spread downward like a wave, washing through his thighs and buttocks. A stream of cum shot out on a cry that reached the ceiling and echoed back to him.

Angel‟s body jerked, and his legs stretched out longer still, his toes leaving the ground, held in place by Daddy‟s hands gripping his hips and the cock impaling his ass.

As his orgasm subsided, Daddy got into his rhythm. Angel‟s long, slender body hung limp, used, spent over the spanking horse. His arms dangled. He no longer supported his own weight on his toes. He became a vessel to be filled. Even though his cock lay soft, a second orgasm began to build slowly. The steady friction deep inside his rectum caused a tightening of the skin of his ball sac, and prickly gooseflesh erupted over his balls and thighs. He made no movement but lay passively being fucked.

Just as a second, softer, slower orgasm began to spread like seeping warm water through his groin, Daddy expended a deep, long cry, then pumped wildly, ramming Angel‟s buttocks with his hips, his cock thrusting impossibly deep. The gush of hot fluid was so comforting that Angel wanted to cry, and he orgasmed with slow, creeping tendrils of fire spreading through his body, burning deep, becoming one with Daddy.

“Daddy, Daddy.” He sounded like a small, lost child. Yet he knew he would never be lost again, never be longing for love and acceptance again.

Little sniffling sobs shook his body. Then he was lifted, cradled in Daddy‟s arms, against his chest, held safe and secure. Daddy strode to the leather couch and sank down with Angel in his arms. Without knowing why or questioning himself, he turned his head and nuzzled the nipple closest to his face. With his lips he tugged on it. Daddy had hard muscles with no fat over them. Angel opened his mouth wide, taking in all he could, his tongue lapping at the nipple as he sucked firmly and steadily. When at length he opened his eyes and looked up, he saw Daddy gazing down at him, his expression puzzled and yet without judgment. His voice was soft when he asked, “What are you doing, sweetheart?”

“I don‟t know, Daddy,” Angel said. “I‟m sorry.”

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“I don‟t want you to be sorry. It‟s fine. It‟s all right. You‟re my boy. Daddy‟s boy.”

19Chapter Twenty-two

“Angel, be careful; you‟ll end up in the water!”

Angel looked over his shoulder and grinned at Kael and his mum. “Daddy, I‟m fine. Stop worrying.”

“Kael, leave him alone, love. You‟re his boyfriend, not his headmaster. He‟s a clever boy. He won‟t do anything stupider than you did at his age.”

“That‟s what I‟m worried about.” Kael said. They sat on a bench near Tower Bridge watching Angel leaning over the railing to look at the fast-flowing water of the Thames. After the New Year‟s party at Conran‟s house, they had got out of the taxi to walk along the river.

“I don‟t want to be nosy, Kael, but why does he call you Daddy?”

“Because I take care of him.” He‟d known his mum would ask that at some point, but he had no intention of going into any details. They had had a wonderful Christmas together at Kael‟s flat. His mum loved Angel, just as he knew she would.

In the morning she was going back to Liverpool, but he wanted to tell her about a decision he had come to. “Mum, I‟m not going to be traveling so much in the future.

I‟m going to start teaching so I can spend more time with Angel and we can visit you more often.”

She looked at him, surprised. “That‟s lovely, son; what will you teach?”

“Languages,” he said.
And how to kill with your hands and to withstand
torture if you get captured.

“You were always good at that, son.”

Kael had never told his mother he worked for SIS, but she was not stupid. She knew he worked in some covert capacity, but she never questioned him. He had made the decision not to go into the field anymore, and he had insisted even when Conran pointed out that he would never be happy or satisfied unless he was putting himself in danger. As the weeks had passed, he felt more protective than ever of his boy. He would never allow Angel to be put in danger again.