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With his usual precision, he knew exactly how hard the slap would
    be when it landed—enough to cause sufficient pain to induce orgasm, but without
    causing any damage. Again he looked at his boy’s face. Angel’s eyes remained closed,
    his body in repose, waiting patiently.
    Kael landed the slap perfectly so that his palm cupped Angel’s cock and balls, not
    quite a caress, and with force enough to induce a long shriek from the boy. Sperm shot
    out of Angel’s cock as his body tensed. A thin shriek tore from his throat, followed by
    heavy panting. With pleasure and pride, Kael saw that Angel’s thighs remained wide.
    The natural tendency to close the thighs when the genitals were caused pain was
    something Angel had learned not to do. The boy’s self-control and strength drew Kael’s
    admiration time and time again. “Good lad.” He leaned across Angel to grab a paper
    tissue from the box.
    “Daddy, I’ll do that,” Angel said.
    “It’s fine.” Kael wiped the spray of cum off the sheet and drew the duvet up again.
    He tossed the crumpled tissue onto the bedside cabinet. Angel would move it
    tomorrow when he changed the bedding as he did every day. “Come here, boy.”
    With a sigh of pleasure, Angel rolled sleepily into his arms. “Daddy, I’m going to
    have a gap year too. I can spend it training with you, improving my aim at the firing
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    range and learning the covert skills you’ve talked about. You know, how to spot when
    someone is carrying a concealed weapon and how to tell when someone is lying by
    reading their body language.”
    With his arm wrapped around his boy, Kael said, “Your aim with a gun needs no
    improvement, only practice to keep up your accuracy. The other stuff I can teach you as
    we go. You’re not taking a gap year. I’ve never heard such crap. Nobody I went to
    school with took gap years. We got on with being grown-ups.”
    “Daddy, I’m not ready for university.” Angel sounded slightly desperate. “The
    only reason I’ve done so well at Redmond is because you’ve helped me so much.
    Without you I don’t know if I could do it.”
    “I’ll still help you. You’re not going to Mars. With any luck, we’ll get you into
    Cambridge, which is only an hour and a half from here if you drive and about two
    hours on the train.”
    “That’s a lot of traveling time, Daddy. Four hours there and back.”
    “You won’t be traveling. I’ll be traveling back and forth to see you. At Cambridge
    you are expected to live in halls. You have to live within a prescribed radius of Great St.
    Mary’s Church.”
    “Why?”
    “It’s part of the tradition. Like I said, it’s a couple of hours away. This is about
    your future, Angel.”
    “The future will always be there. I’m more interested in the now .”
    For some time, Angel had been expressing doubts about going to university. Kael
    put it down to nervousness. Angel’s life had changed so much in the last year and a
    half. Almost nothing had been expected of him by his mother and stepfather, and now
    Kael was piling expectations on him. But he was certain Angel could live up to them
    with the right guidance.
    “Daddy, how was I at the party? Were you watching me?”
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    Unsure what to answer, Kael said, “Some of the time.” He didn’t want his boy to
    think he didn’t trust him. At the same time, he didn’t want him to think he wasn’t
    interested.
    “I just wondered if my manners were good and stuff. You know, with it being so
    fancy and all those important people there.”
    “You weren’t that worried last year.”
    “No, I know. But I didn’t really realize then that you worked with government
    people and who they all were. The deputy prime minister was there tonight.”
    “For about fifteen minutes, yes,” Kael said. “Anyway, your stepfather was rich
    enough to have lots of fancy parties. He just got his money from a different